Valykrie begs for clothes

Valkyrie was unbelievably embarrassed. She normally got through life with a devil may care attitude, but since Thanos had stripped and mocked her, she felt **** and exposed. Making matters worse she'd been accidentally mocked by her rescuers and her deepest insecurities had been exposed by this mind-reader.

"Look, can I have something to wear?" Valykrie asked sheepishly.

"No! Don't give her anything!" Rocket said lustfully. "I like her this way!"

"Uh... does the Racoon have the hots for me?" Valkyrie asked, shocked.

"Someone would have to." Gamora muttered.

"I have something." Peter said. He rummaged around for a bit, then pulled out a small t shirt.

"Is this it?" Valkyrie asked, taking the shirt.

"Sorry, we don't really have a wardrobe onboard." Peter apologized. He was pretty sure Gamora had some clothes, but could tell from her jealous glare that she wasn't going to offer anything. Valkyrie turned away to put on her shirt, revealing her tight butt to them. She pulled it over her head. It barely came down to her navel. Using both hands Valkyrie tugged the shirt over her crotch. She still felt totally exposed and helpless. It was hard to remember she was a warrior!

"Thanks." She said, not truly feeling that thankful. "Can you help me with my friends? They're all beaten pretty badly."

"How did this happen? Peter asked.

"Thanos attacked us." Valkyrie said. The Guardians all exchanged a look.

"Did you say Thanos?"